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FROM   THE   LIBRARY  OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY   HIM   TO 

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FEB  14 1935 

SACRED 

SONGS. 


BY     WILLIAM    ALLEN,    D.  D„ 

Author  of  "  Poems  of  Nazareth  and  the  Cross  " 


NORTHAMPTON   : 
PVB  L  I S  H  E  D       BY       B  It  I  D  G-  M  A  N    &.     CHILD  S. 

1867. 


Printed  by  Metcalf  &  Co. 


SACRED    SONGS. 


LOVE    OF    ZION. 


Now  my  soul  with  love  outbursteth; 
'Tis  for  Zion  it  now  thirsteth, 

As  for  water-brooks  the  hart ; 
'Tis  for  God  my  soul  is  panting, 
For  the  living  God  I'm  tainting, 

Oh  to  come  where,  God,  thou  art ! 

By  the  Truth  irradiating, — 
By  Christ's  Blood  sin-expiating, 

As  outpoured  upon  the  tree, — 
By  the  Spirit's  renovation, 
By  the  body's  new-creation  : — 

Thus  God  saves  eternally. 


SACRED      SONGS. 


THE    REIGN    OF    PEACE. 


'  Tis  God's  gracious  declaration, 
War  on  earth  shall  have  cessation, 

Men  shall  here  learn  war  no  more  ; 
Jesus,  Prince  of  Peace,  now  reigneth 
And  with  might  his  throne  sustaineth  : 

All  ye  kings,  God's  Son  adore  ! 

Now  his  truth  is  widely  beaming, 
Soon  o'er  all  the  world  out-gleaming, 

Filling  men  with  peace  and  love  : 
Then  they  see  the  path  of  glory, — 
Learn  the  deeds  deemed  laudatory 

By  the  good  and  blest  above. 

Now  from  sight  are  quickly  fading 
Squadrons  proud,  of  late  parading, 

Harvest  fields  which  trampled  down, 
Fierce  and  bloody  chiefs  now  flying, 
Late  for  whom  were  thousands  dying, 

In  the  battle's  shock  o'erthrown. 


SACRED      SONGS 


BIRTH,     DEATH     AND     RESURRECTION      OF 
CHRIST. 

At  Christ's  birth,  by  sacred  story 
This  the  angels'  song, — "Be  glory 

To  our  God  through  all  the  sky  ! 
He  his  mercy  now  is  showing, 
Streams  of  good  to  man  o'ertiowing 

From  the  gracious  fount  on  high  !  " 

Lo,  there  stands  the  Mother  weeping, 
All  her  soul  in  sorrow  steeping, 

While  her  Son  in  torture  dies; — 
Blood  for  sin  an  expiation, 
Thus  alone  he  gives  salvation  ; 

And  by  faith  lie  justifies. 

'  Tis  by  Him  death's  bars  are  broken  ; 
And  he  rises  as  a  token, 

All  the  dead  shall  live  again  ; — 
And  the  good  shall  gain  exemption 
From  the  curse  and  find  redemption 

Through  the  blood  of  Jesus  slain  ! 


SACRED  SONGS. 


GOD  S  LOVE  TO  MAN. 


When  my  eye  the  heaven  surveyeth, 
Not  a  star  of  which  decay eth, 

Them  the  maker  doth  sustain, 
What  is  man  created  lower 
Than  the  angels  of  his  power  ? 

Was  he  planted  here  in  vain  ? 

God  in  honor  here  hath  placed  him, 
With  dominion  hath  he  graced  him 

O'er  his  works  of  land  and  sea. 
Lord,  thy  name  is  high,  transcendant, 
O'er  thy  creatures  now  ascendant, 

Which  our  eyes  delighted  see  ! 

Glory,  praise,  and  acclamation 
For  my  guilty  soul's  salvation 

Be  to  thee  fore'er  addressed  : 
Let  my  faith  be  never  shaken : 
Let  my  soul  be  unforsaken ; 

Thus  by  thee  shall  I  be  blest. 


SACRED      SONGS. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    CHURCH. 


From  God's  Zion  there  is  flowing 
Living  stream,  by  which  is  growing 

Tree  of  life  for  dying  men. 
Take  the  fruit,  O  every  nation, 
Then  ye  gain  a  sure  salvation  ; 

Then  with  Christ  ye  live  again 


He  of  Judah's  tribe  the  lion 
Wields  his  rod  and  reigns  in  Zion, 

Though  he  died  for  thee  and  me  ; 
All  kings  soon  shall  bow  before  him, 
And  all  nations  shall  adore  him, 

And  extol  eternally  ! 

Zion's  friends,  in  sacred  story, 

Whence  have  they  their  crowns  of  glory  ? 

All  by  faith  in  God's  sure  word : 
Through  the  blood  of  Christ  outstreaming, 
By  the  sacrifice  redeeming 

Of  their  Saviour,  Jesus,  Lord! 

2 


10  SACRED     SONGS. 


Christ's  love. 


Is  he  in  the  garden  praying? 

What  the  words  which  he  is  saying  ? — 

"  Father,  wilt  thou  spare  thy  Son? 
If  there  needs  an  expiation, 
Be  the  cross  my  elevation  ; — 

Not  my  own,  thy  will  be  done  !  " 

Jesus'  love  from  sin  restrained], 
Jesus'  love  t'  obey  constraineth, 

Christ  it  is  for  us  to  live  : 
Then,  when  judgment  trump  is  sounding, 
All  the  race  of  man  astounding, 

Jesus  !  us  in  love  receive  ! 

When  on  high  thou  art  appearing, 
In  thy  likeness  we,  unfearing, 

Hail  thy  coming  from  the  sky, 
For  in  thee  are  we  abiding, 
In  thy  promises  confiding, 

Sure  to  join  our  Lord  on  high. 


SACRED     SONGS.  1.1 


GOD    HEARING     PRAYER. 

'Tis  thou,  God,  our  prayer  who  hearest, 
And  by  blood  from  guilt  thou  clearest, 

Else  our  sinful  souls  were  lost, — 
We  as  helpless  seamen  sailing, 
As  the  tempest  is  prevailing, 

On  the  ocean's  billows  tost. 

Sweet  the  day  of  rest  and  leisure, 
Of  bright  truth  and  holy  pleasure, 

Symbol  of  the  rest  above, 
God  his  purpose  there  attaining, 
Peace  and  joy  forever  reigning 

In  his  glorious  courts  of  love. 

In  thy  house  thy  people  praising, 
Singers  gladsome  songs  now  raising, 

What  great  joys  thy  temples  yield  ! 
All  their  sin  hast  thou  not  covered, 
All  thy  love  to  them  discovered — 

Thou,  O  God,  our  trust  and  shield  ! 


12  SACRED     SONGS. 


THE    CRUCIFIXION. 


Frenzied  men,  like  sea-waves  surging, 
Weak-souled  king  to  blood  are  urging, — 

When  he  bids  them  crucify ! 
They  in  mock  array  adorning, 
Jesus  take  in  bright  day  morning 

On  the  bloody  cross  to  die  ! 

Lo,  his  mother's  untold  sorrow, 
As  his  woes  her  soul  do  harrow, 

While  he  hangs  in  agonies  ; 
E'en  the  sun  now  hides  his  shining. 
And  the  skies  appear  repining, 

When  Christ  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

For  us  sinners  this  oblation, 
Needful  was  for  our  salvation, 

That  God's  mercy  we  might  know. 
Lift  we  then  strains  laudatory — 
"Jesus  !  glory,  glory,  glory 

By  the  race  of  men  below !  " 


SACRED     SONGS.  13 


CONSECRATION    TO    CHRIST. 


For  his  wondrous  grace  redeeming 
Would  we  make  return  beseeming, 

We  shall  yield  most  grateful  love  ; 
We  shall  give  what  Christ  is  claiming. 
That  our  souls  be  always  aiming 

At  the  things  unseen,  above. 

Then  God's  only  Son  adoring, 
Up  to  him  our  souls  are  soaring, 

Panting  for  his  courts  on  high  : 
May  his  lovefore'er  attend  us 
And  his  powerful  arm  defend  us 

On  our  journey  to  the  sky. 

Lo,  the  cross  with  blood  he  staineth  ! — 
Now  in  majesty  he  reigneth, 

Prince  of  Peace,  of  truth  and  love. 
As  he  rose  from  earth  to  heaven, 
So  to  friends  his  word  hath  given 

Endless  life  with  him  above, 


14  SACRED      SONGS. 


THE    BIBLE. 


See  the  gem  beyond  all  treasure, 

In  which  christians  find  sweet  pleasure! 

Is  it  not  God's  sure  record  ? 
Book  of  Life,  by  God  inspired, 
Plenteous  fount  of  Truth  desired, 

While  great  signs  attest  the  Word? 

What  the  sun  is  to  creation 
Is  the  Bible  to  each  nation, 

Source  of  light  to  every  mind  ; 
All  God's  glorious  works  unfolding, — 
Else  were  creatures  unbeholding — 

Men  immortal  else  were  blind. 

Lo  !   the  Bible's  power  amazing  ! 
As  through  earth  its  light  is  blazing, 

Men,  made  holy,  God  adore  ! 
All  the  virtues  ever  growing, 
Streams  ot  charity  o'erflowing, 

Earth  is  Paradise  once  more  ! 


SACRED     SONGS.  15 


CONFESSION    OF    SIN. 


Pity  me  in  my  great  blindness, 
Me  regard  in  loving  kindness  ; 

My  great  sins  do  I  deplore. 
Take  away  my  guilty  sadness, 
Make  me  hear,  Lord,  joy  and  gladness, 

Make  me  righteous  evermore. 

Give  a  heart,  by  thee  created, 
By  thy  spirit  renovated, 

So  shall  I  be  white  as  snow  ; 
Save  me,  God  of  my  salvation, 
So  shall  praise  and  acclamation 

From  thy  saved  ones  ever  flow. 

Lo  his  nail-pierced  limbs  are  bleeding, 
Yet  we  hear  Christ  for  us  pleading 

Mid  his  pain  and  misery. 
Oh  what  grateful  thoughts  we  cherish 
For  his  anguish  lest  we  perish, 

For  his  blood  upon  the  tree  ! 


16  SACRED      SONGS. 


CHRIST  S    MERCY. 


Hear,  0  sinner  !   mercy  bails  you  ; 
Listen,  ere  your  being  fails  you, 

Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls. 
See  the  storm  of  vengeance  breaking, 
Hear  the  awful  thunders  speaking  ! 

Yet  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

Haste,  O  sinner  !   Jesus  calls  you, 
Soon  approaching  death  appals  you  ; 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Oh  what  love  ought  you  to  cherish 
To  the  Saviour,  lest  you  perish 

With  the  hosts,  the  cast  away. 

Blessed  Jesus!   to  thee  bowing, 
We  thee  ask  for  joys  overflowing, 

Purchase  of  thy  dying  love  : 
Then  like  thee  from  death  arising, 
Clad  with  honors  all  surprising, 

We  thv  face  shall  see  above. 


SACRED      SONGS.  17 


A    NEW    HEART. 

Lo,  man's  heart  anew  created, 
By  God's  Spirit  renovated, 

Else  unholy  he  must  die  ! 
God  a  heart  of  love  must  give  him, 
Heaven  else  cannot  receive  him, 

But  he's  lost  eternally. 

Come  then,  man,  in  deep  prostration, 
Seek  the  Spirit's  renovation, 

Making  thee  like  Christ  above — 
So  to  dwell  where  Jesus  reigneth, 
Where  no  taint  of  sin  e'er  tainteth, 

Where  from  him  none  ever  rove. 

To  the  saved  this  grace  is  given — 
From  their  golden  harps  in  heaven 

Bursting  grateful,  rapturous  strains 
With  the  angels  ceasing  never — 
Jesus'  name  t'  extol  forever, 

On  his  glorious  throne  who  reigns  ! 


18  SACRED      SONGS. 


8INNERS    WARNED. 

Sinners  !   hear  ye  not  the  thunder, 
Striking  mortal  ears  with  wonder, 

As  it  rolls  along  the  sky  ! 
Flaming  darts  the  bolt  from  heaven  ; 
Then  they  sink,  to  ruin  driven, 

Crying,   "Lost !    behold  we  die  !" 

Flee,  oh  flee  this  doom  so  wretched  ! 
On  the  tree  the  Saviour  stretched 

Dies  for  you  ;  for  you  and  me  : 
Now  for  sinful  men  he  's  pleading, 
Ever  for  them  interceding 

With  the  Father  ceaselessly. 

Is  there  aught  in  which  we  glory, 
'Tis  the  cross  of  Christian  story, 

History  of  Christ  from  heaven. 
Oh  what  love  in  him  was  beaming, 
When  he  died  in  love  redeeming, 

That  to  sinners  peace  be  given  ! 


SACRED     SONGS.  19 


THE    SORROWS    OF    MARY 

O  how  sad  and  how  afflicted 
She  of  whom  it  was  predicted, 

"All  man's  race  shall  call  thee  blest." 
Sees  she  not  her  son  engored — 
Though  God's  Son  to  be  adored — 

By  death's  agonies  oppressed  ? 

Was  she  not  most  deeply  groaning, 
Was  she  not  most  wildly  moaning, 

On  the  Cross  as  Jesus  hung  ? 
All  her  tears  and  sighs  now  failing, 
Prayers  and  cries  all  unavailing, 

Was  her  heart  with  anguish  wrung. 

Let  thy  Cross,  0  blest  Redeemer, — 
Not  a  lie  of  wildered  schemer, — 

Be  my  hope  in  death's  dark  hour. 
'  Tis  alone  thy  blood  atoning 
Takes  away  the  sinner's  moaning, 

Saved  by  thee  forevermore  ! 


20  SACRED     SONGS. 


THE    LOKD'S    SUPPER. 

On  the  cross  God's  Son  from  heaven 
Lamb  of  sacrifice  was  given, 

Dying  in  his  agony  : 
Bread  and  wine  his  body  broken 
And  his  blood  shall  well  betoken 

In  the  church  while  time  shall  be. 

Never  be  this  feast  forsaken  : 

"  These  by  yon,"  said  he  "  be  taken 

In  the  memory  of  me. 
Thus  my  death  shall  ye  be  showing, 
While  the  sands  of  time  are  flowing, 

Till  I  come  your  lite  to  be." 

Round  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meeting 
Give  each  other  hearty  greeting, 

And  we  thus  will  show  our  love, 
Till  thou  come  from  heaven  descending, 
And  with  thee  are  we  ascending 
To  thy  supper  spread  above  ! 


SACRED     SONGS.  21 


THE    SOWER    OF    THE    TEETH. 

He  that  soweth,  though  he  weepeth, 
Soon  behold  with  joy  he  reapelh, 

And  he  brines  his  heavy  sheaves; 
Thus  the  Christian  truth  is  sowing, 
Full  of  hope  his  toil  bestowing, 

In  his  Master  he  believes. 

Every  holy  deed  regarding, 
Jesus  soon  will  be  rewarding, 

As  his  promise  he  made  known  : 
Oh  his  words  commendatory, 
And  the  radiant  crown  of  glory, 

When  death's  reign  is  overthrown  ! 

True  disciple — Is  he  dying"/ 

Cease  then,  friends,  your  sighing,  crying 

Scenes  of  bliss  give  him  delight — 
Christ  enthroned, the  saved  surrounding,— 
Praise  of  God  and  Christ  resounding, — 

0  what  glories  in  full  sight  J 


22  SACRED     SONGS. 


THE    SEVENTH    DAY. 

God  on  high,  supreme,  hath  spoken, 
Vast  the  solitude  now  broken — 

At  God's  word  creation  rose  : 
In  six  days  all  creatures  rising, 
All  in  fashion  good  surprising  ; — 

Next  his  work  has  found  its  close : 

Seventh  is  the  day  of  blessing, 
Men  their  holy  thoughts  expressing, 

Give  God  praise  and  honor  due. 
Thus,  while  worlds  are  round  revolving, 
Good  men's  hearts  are  all  resolving, 

We  will  then  God's  praise  renew. 

Sunday  is  a  day  most  holy ; 
Not  a  day  of  melancholy, 

But  from  weary  toils  a  rest — 
Day  of  sweetest  contemplations, 
Day  of  highest  aspirations, 

Day  of  peace  most  bright  and  blest. 


SACRED     SONGS.  23 


JESUS    TO    HIS    FRIENDS    IN    PERIL. 


If  to  me  all  power  is  given 

On  the  earth,  the  sea,  and  heaven, 

Who  can  fear,  that  trusts  in  me? 
Thus  to  storm-tossed  friends  spake  Jesus, 
God's  dear  Son,  whose  eye  now  sees  us — 

Then  on  the  sea  of  Galilee. 

Then  let  us  e'er  with  zeal  unsleeping 
Hold  his  word  in  faithful  keeping, 

Yielding  to  his  blest  control 
Hearts  most  loving  and  most  loyal, 
While  on  earth  remains  our  trial, 

While  the  endless  ages  roll. 

Though  the  billows  high  are  rolling, 
Jesus'  arm  their  rage  controlling, 

We  should  stand  firm,  undismayed, 
For  amidst  their  roar  astounding 
We  now  hear  his  voice  resounding — 

"It  is  I;  be  not  afraid!" 


24  SACRED     SONGS. 


DYING    PRAYER. 


God  Almighty,  wise,  eternal, 
O'er  all  beings  first,  supernal  ; 

Standing  next  is  thine  own  Sox, 
By  whom  worlds  were  all  created, 
By  whom  sinners  renovated, 

Else  of  lost  ones  saved  were  none. 

That  I  love  thee,  Lord,  thou  knowest, 
For  'tis  thou  that  love  bestowest, 

Setting  me  from  sin's  bonds  free  : 
High  thy  glories  in  perfection 
Drawing  all  my  soul's  affection 

For  thy  suffering  on  the  tree. 

This,  my  soul,  can  this  be  dying; 
When  my  eyes  are  just  descrying 

Zion's  holy  towers  above, 
And  my  ears  hear  harpers  ringing 
And  ten  thousand  singers  singing 

From  their  raptured  hearts  of  love  ? 


SACKED      SONGS.  25 


THE    LOSS    OF    THE    SOUL. 


What  to  man  will  be  the  profit, 
If  for  sin  his  soul  he  forfeit, 

Though  he  gain  all  earthly  gold  ? 
But  the  cross  if  boldly  taken, 
And  his  faith  if  firm,  unshaken, 

He  will  gain  the  joys  untold. 

If  the  sinner  Christ  disowneth, 
On  this  man,  lo,  Jesus  frowneth 

In  the  great  uprising  day; 
And  on  him  God's  wrath  abideth, 
Though  the  scoffer  vile  derideth, 

And  shall  smite  him  down  for  aye. 

Unbeliever  !   art  thou  dying  '( 
All  delusions  now  are  flying, — 

All  thy  hopes  forever  fled  ! 
Ceased  is  now  thy  mad  deriding 
Of  Christ's  word — "  God's  wrath  abiding  !" 

Sinner!    Thou  art  lost  and  dead  ! 


26  SACRED     SONGS. 


ETERNAL    LIFE    WITH    CHRIST. 


Lo,  the  cross  with  blood  he  staineth. 
Now  in  majesty  he  reigneth 

Prince  of  peace,  of  truth,  and  love  ! 
As  he  rose  from  earth  to  heaven, 
So  to  friends  his  words  hath  given 

Endless  life  with  him  above. 

Now  for  you  he's  interceding, 
He  with  blood  for  you  is  pleading 

At  the  throne  of  God  on  high : 
Come  to  him  ;  in  him  believing, 
Cease  now  all  your  tears  and  grieving, 

Fear  ve  not,  though  death  be  nisrh. 


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In  that  day,  when  trump  is  sounding, 
All  his  sleeping  dead  astounding, 

They  in  joyfulness  will  rise  ; 
Then  in  glory  quick  ascending — 
With  the  angel  guards  attending 

To  his  temple  in  the  skies. 


SACRED      SONGS.  27 


'HE    WORK    <)F    CHRIST 


Jesus'  foes,  the  son  of  Mary, — 

To  God  and  goodness  all  contrary, — 

Here  his  blood  shed  on  the  tree ; 
Now  for  us  Christ  intercedeth, 
For  our  guilty  spirits  pleadeth 

With  his  Father  in  the  sky, 

Take  away  my  guilty  blindness, 
Let  me  know  thy  loving  kindness, 

From  my  sins,  Lord,  hide  thy  face. 
Of  glad  hope  do  not  bereave  me, 
Never  let  thy  Spirit  leave  .me  ; 

From  my  soul  each  blot  efface. 

This  my  heart's  solicitation, 
Joyful  share  of  thy  salvation, 

Purchase  of  redeeming  blood-. 
Let  me  know  the  resurrection, 
Then  continue  thy  protection, 

Bring  thou  me  safe  home  to  God. 


28  SACRED     SONGS. 


CHRIST    MY    SHEPHERD. 
Ps,  23, 


In  green  fields  my  Shepherd  feeds  me, 
By  "  the  waters  still"  he  leads  me  j 

How  can  any  want  I  know  2 
Jesus,  whom  my  soul  adoreth, 
Is  he,  who  my  soul  restoreth, 

When  I  wander  lost  below. 

Though  in  death's  dark  vale  I'm  walking 
With  wild  shapes  around  me  stalking, 

I  can  feel  no  moment's  fear: 
Truth  thy  word  my  consolation, 
Lord,  thy  rod  my  sure  salvation, 

Though  great  foes  assail  me  here. 

Table  full  art  thou  appointing, 
And  my  head  with  oil  anointing, 

And  with  good  my  cup  runs  o'er; 
Every  foe  thine  arm  repelling, 
Sure  will  be  my  holy  dwelling 

In  thy  house  forevermore. 


SACKED  SONGS.  29 


THE  RESURRECTION. 

From  death's  bonds  one  power  frees  us, 
'  Tis  the  mighty  arm  of  Jesus, 

Son  and  Image  bright  of  God  ; 
He,  while  men  and  angels  wonder, 
Bursts  his  rocky  tomb  asunder, 

Li  yes  and  wields  his  sovereign  rod  ! 

When  arch-angel's  trump  is  sounding, 
Through  earth's  graves  aloud  resounding 

"  Wake,  ye  sleepers,  now  arise  !  " 
Then  will  all  the  dead  be  living, 
Each  his  doom  deserved  receiving, — 

Good  men  mounting  to  the  skies. 

Oh  what  blessed,  holy  meeting, 
Men  and  angels  joyous  greeting, 

As  both  ruled  by  Zion's  king, — 
Of  wThose  glories,  while  beholding, 
All  his  wondrous  love  unfolding 

They  will  both  together  sing. 


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THE    ATONEMENT. 


Jesus  !   blest  be  thou,  victorious, 
Now  our  heavenly  King  all  glorious, 

Our  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord  ! 
Once  thy  blood  was  freely  flowing, 
Xow  to  thee  are  angels  bowing, 

By  thy  ransomed  ones  adored  ! 

We  would  join  their  song  forever 
In  our  raptures  ceasing  never, 

Overwhelming  to  our  soul  ; 
Such  the  joys  the  Saviour  giveth 
To  each  mortal, — -who  believeth, — 

While  eternal  ages  roll. 

Free  our  hearts  from  each  bad  passion, 

Fill  our  souls  with  sweet  compassion, 

Make  us  love  each  brother's  looks  ; 
Image  of  thyself  implanting, 
May  our  souls  for  thee  be  panting, 
As  the  hart  for  water  brooks. 


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SABBATH  DAY. 


Sabbath-day  !   '  Tis  day  when  sadness 
Flees  away  and  yields  to  gladness, — 

Day  of  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  : 
Other  days  with  this  not  vying, 
Not  a  breath  of  wind  is  sighing, 

Blue  and  calm  the  arch  above ! 

In  the  street  no  wanderer  going  ; 
In  God's  house  now  all  are  bowing, 

As  though  heaven  was  here  below  ; 
Soon  the  grateful  song  is  rising 
From  the  throng  in  joy  surprising, 

E'en  by  all  who  Jesus  know. 

Then  comes  truth  from  lips  of  teacher, 
Then  keen  words  from  earnest  preacher, 

Who  would  save  the  soul  from  hell ! 
At  the  close, — God's  spirit  swaying, — 
Ail  unite  in  fervent  praying, 

They  with  hosts  in  heaven  may  dwell. 

4 


32  SACRED      SONGS. 


MAN    FALLEN    AND    SAVED. 


From  eternity  thy  being, 
God  almighty  and  all-seeing  ! 

Holiness  and  mercy  thine. 
By  thee  shaped,  man  had  no  feature, 
But  of  holiness,  thy  creature, 

In  thine  image  bright,  divine. 

When  man  fell  through  tempting  devil, 
And  became  the  child  of  evil, 

Then  was  promise  of  thy  love, — 
Of  thy  Son,  with  truth  outbeaming, 
And  of  blood,  from  sin  redeeming — 

Son  descending  from  above. 

Now  the  way  to  heavenly  glory 
Is  proclaimed  in  Christian  story, 

God's  inspired  and  wondrous  word  ; 
The  believer  hath  salvation — 
Infidels  must  meet  damnation, 

Struck  by  God's  avenging  sword ! 


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FAITH    IN    GOD    AND    HIS    SON. 

At  God's  word  uprose  creation, 

All  the  worlds  in  their  good  station, — 

"  Glory  !   glory  !  "  their  loud  cry. 
Say  "No  God ! "  all  worlds  are  saddened ; 
Say"  One  God!"  the  worlds  are  gladdened; 

All  the  good  lift  songs  of  joy. 

In  God's  Son  the  unbeliever, 
Who  dares  call  him  wild  deceiver, 

He  shall  feel  the  wrathful  blow  ; 
But  the  heart,  to  Christ  that  yieldeth, 
God's  great  love  forever  shieldeth, 

Wondrous  glories  he  shall  know. 

Sinner,  hear  the  voice  of  warning  ! 
'  Tis  indeed  the  light  of  morning, 

But  ere  evening  thou  mayest  die  : 
Then  thy  time  of  trial  over, 
What  is  lost  canst  thou  recover, 

Finding  entrance  to  the  sky? 


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MOURNER  COMFORTED. 


Jesus  o'er  the  tomb  victorious, 
Then  to  heaven  ascending  glorious, 

Was  the  first  fruits  from  the  grave  ; 
Why  then,  mourner,  art  thou  weeping 
For  thy  friend  in  Jesus  sleeping, 

Safe  with  him  who  came  to  save  ? 

Sure  'tis  gainful  and  behovely, 
That  the  form  so  loved  and  lovely, 

Eest  awhile  in  narrow  cell 
Till  the  day,  when  good  men  rising, 
All  in  glorious  forms  surprising 

Shall  in  heaven  together  dwell. 

Then  this  mingled  song  of  thunder 
Shall  awake  the  angels'  wonder, 

Sung  by  sinful  men  redeemed, — 
While  their  sinful  hosts  were  left 
Of  all  hope  and  joy  bereft ; — 

So  to  God  as  good  it  seemed. 


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JESUS,    SON    OF    MARY. 

Wondrous  son  of  wondrous  mother, 
Such  like  son  was  seen  no  other, 

Since  the  earth  by  man  was  trod. 
First  he  lived  with  God  in  heaven- 
Then  to  dwell  below  'twas  given, 

Son  of  Mary  and  of  God. 

Brighter  than  the  sun  outgleaming, 
Came  he  down  lost  men  redeeming, 

By  his  truth  and  power  to  save  : 
From  the  tomb  unbarred  he  rising, 
Bids  you  taste  like  joys  surprising, 

As  your  leader's  from  the  grave  ! 

Other  sou  has  not  his  mother: 
Yet  he  calls  each  man  his  brother, 

Who  gives  God  his  heart  of  love  ;- 
Yet  he  calls  one  person  mother, 
Sister  too  he  calls  another, 

If  her  soul  fears  God  above ! 


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THE    DYING    BELIE VEK. 


He,  who  goes  abroad  exploring — 
In  far  lands  his  God  adoring — 

All  his  wonders  spread  around; 
Yet  his  heart  with  joy  is  thrilling, 
When  embarked  the  sails  are  filling 

And  theflag  says, 'Homeward  bound!' 

Such  am  J,  on  sick  bed  lvinir 
Soon  perhaps  I  shall  be  dying, 

Leaving  all  fair  scenes  below  : 
My  true  Home  is  high  in  heaven, 
Where  unfading  joys  are  given 

And  with  love  all  hearts  o'erfiow. 

Travellers  their  path  pursuing 

On  the  earth,  yet  ne'er  are  viewing 

Jesus  in  the  upper  skies  ; — 
Him  I  soon  shall  be  surveying, 
For  I  hear  my  Saviour  saying, 

"  Come  to  me  in  paradise  !  " 


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FUNERAL    OF     \    CHRISTIAN    BROTHER. 

Brother  !   In  the  cemetery 
Thee  we  gently  lay  and  bury 

Midst  the  saints, the  loved, the  dead — 
"Welcome  !  Welcome  !  to  us  joining" — 
Is  their  word — "  here's  no  repining  ! 

Not  one  tear  by  us  is  shed." 

"  Sweet  our  sleep,  the  friends  of  Jesus  : 
In  our  narrow  bed  he  sees  us, 

And  his  face  beams  God's  own  love  ; 
Lo,  death's  bars  his  arm  hath  broken  ! 
'•  Ye,  like  me" — he  once  hath  spoken — 

"  Sure  shall  rise  and  mount  above  !" 

"  To  the  earth,  whence  I  ascended, 
From  the  heaven  I  first  descended, 

Sin's  most  needful  sacrifice!  " — 
"  Through  our  faith  in  this  oblation 
We  obtain  the  glad  salvation 

In  th'  eternal  paradise." 


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THE    CHRISTIAN    AT    DEATH. 

God's  good  servant,  when  he's  dying, 
Is  he  not  with  joy  descrying 

Fairer  world,  made  free  from  woe  — 
Where  no  tinge  of  sin  e'er  staineth, 
Bat  where  Jesus  ever  reigneth 

With  his  friends  he  loved  below  ? 

Why  then  yield  we  to  our  sorrow, 
For  perchance  to-night,  to-morrow, 

We  may  tread  the  path  he  trod  ? 
Lord,  may  we — his  footprints  guiding— 
Never  from  the  right  way  sliding, 

Live  in  holiness  for  God. 

Is  there  not  a  rest  remaining, 

All  Christ's  friends  are  sure  of  gaining, 

Rest  with  all  the  good  on  high; 
Where  redeeming  songs  are  sounding, 
And  angelic  harps  astounding 

In  God's  praise  eternally? 


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ETERNAL    LIFE    FROM    CHRIST. 

Truth  for  mind's  illumination, 
Grace  for  heart  in  new  creation, 

Eise  Christ's  kingdom  none  can  see. 
With  thy  light  and  love  imbue  us, 
With  thy  zeal,  blest  Lord,  indue  us  ; 

So  shall  we  be  joined  to  thee, 

Ne'er  was  love,  like  that  of  Jesus  ; 
By  his  death  from  death  he  frees  us 

Endless  life  his  grace  bestows: 
From  his  rocky  grave  arising, 
In  the  view  of  friends  surprising, 

Up  to  heaven  for  us  he  rose  ! 

Would  we  flee  the  soul's  perdition 
It  must  know  the  great  transition 

From  all  hate  to  holy  love  ; 
Faith  must  clear  from  condemnation, 
Faith  must  conquer  hell's  temptation, 

That  our  home  may  be  above. 


40  SACRED      SONGS. 


Lord,  we  mourn  thy  servant  sleeping, 
But  this  thought  should  check  our  vveepii 

Though  no  more  he  meet  our  eyes — 
While  repose  his  body  tasteth, 
Lo,  his  happy  spirit  hasteth 

To  the  joys  of  paradise  1 

Let  the  truths,  which  he  imparted, 
Make  us  humble,  tender-hearted, 

Cheer  us  too  with  heavenly  light; 
Let  his  prayers,  to  Thee  arising, — 
Prayers  of  faith  and  zeal  surprising, — 

Still  draw  down  the  Spirit's  might. 

Lord,  may  we,  his  zeal  possessing, 
Ever  trust  thy  promised  blessing, 

Ever  walk  with  thee  in  love, — 
Till,  when  closed  our  earth's  probation, 
We  shall  gain  thine  approbation, 

Reaching  too  our  home  above. 


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GODS    GIFT    TO    MAN. 


Glory,  God,  to  thee  be  given 
By  the  highest  hosts  of  heaven 

For  thy  gift  to  man  below — 
Thine  own  Son  for  their  salvation, 
Peace  to  every  warring  nation, 

When  their  new-born  prince  they  know 

Who  is  he  that  first  descended 
Here  to  die,  and  then  ascended 

Our  lost  souls  to  save  from  death, — 
Giving  life  with  him  forever 
In  sweet  bonds,  that  naught  can  sever? 

Jesus  Christ  of  Nazareth  ! 

In  that  day,  when  trump  is  sounding, 
All  the  sleeping  dead  astounding, 

They  in  joyfulness  will  rise — 
Then  in  glory  quick  ascending 
With  the  angel  guards  attending 

To  the  temple  in  the  skies. 


42  SACRED     SONGS. 


MORNING. 


Whence  the  shilling  light  this  morning, — 
Our  globe  beautiful  adorning, 

Given  to  us  our  present  home? 
God  on  high,  who  made  creation, 
Placed  us  here  on  brief  probation, 

Then  to  meet  new  scenes  to  come. 

"This,"  he  says,  "your  field  of  labor: 
Love  myself,  and  love  your  neighbor — 

This  the  compass  of  my  word." — 
Hast  thou  not  our  chief  affection  ? 
Give  us,  God,  thy  kind  protection  : 

This  day  let  us  serve  thee,  Lord  ! 

Let  thy  kingdom  come  in  glory, 
Not  with  splendor  transitory, 

But  enduring  as  the  sun, 
When  all  kings  bow  low  to  Jesus 
And  his  arm  from  tyrants  frees  us, 

O'er  their  might  his  victory  won. 


SACRED      SONGS. 


AT    A    FUNERAL 


4;J 


Brother  !  In  thy  cemetery 
We  in  tears  thee  now  do  bury 

Midst  the  saints,  blest  company  ! 
44  Welcome  !  "  say  the  friends  of  Jesus: — 
"  From  death's  power  his  mercy  frees  us  ; 

We  shall  live  with  him  on  high  !  " 

"  On  the  cross  was  heard  his  moaning  : 
There  outflowed  his  blood  atoning, 

For  our  sins  a  sacrifice : 
Through  our  faith  in  this  oblation 
We  shall  gain  the  glad  salvation 

Iu  th'  eternal  Paradise  !  " 

DEATH    OF    A    CHILD. 


0  what  lovely  flower  and  blooming  ! 
But  a  frost,  quick,  blighting,  dooming, 

Strikes  the  flower  of  beauty  dead  ! 
Yet  at  last  that  flower  see  rising 
In  new  beauty  and  surprising, 

Wide  around  its  fragrance  spread  ! 


44  SACRED  SONGS. 


THE  PRINCE  OF  PEACE. 


'  Tis  to  us  a  Child  is  given, 

God's  own  Son  to  earth  from  heaven, 

Crowned  with  honors  ne'er  to  cease  ; 
Loud  the  voices  laudatory, 
Giving  him  all  might  and  glory, — 

'King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  Peace!' 

Guns  and  swords  no  more  outgleaming, 
Bloody  torrents  stop  their  streaming, 

Calm  the  tempest's  furious  roar — 
Christ's  great  truths  all  virtues  nourish, 
In  his  reign  the  righteous  flourish, 

Men  grim  war  shall  learn  no  more. 

Tens  of  thousands  are  their  voices, 
Loud  the  host  of  earth  rejoices — 

"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain  ; 
Glory,  honor,  power,  and  blessing," 
To  the  crucified  addressing — 

Such  this  rapturous,  ceaseless  strain. 


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THE    RAINBOW. 


In  the  cloud  the  bow  appearing, 
Is  it  not  to  man  most  cheering, 

When  amid  thick  grief  and  woe  ? 
From  this  sign  our  soul  may  borrow 
Comfort  in  the  deepest  sorrow, 

And  most  precious  truths  may  know. 

When  the  rain  and  storm  are  over, 
In  the  cloud  our  eyes  discover 

God's  outstretched  and  beauteous  bow  ; 
Such  his  wondrous  word  outshining 
Chides  the  mourner's  sad  repining, 

Making  hope  and  joy  o'erflow. 


EVENING  . 


As  this  day  is  now  near  closing, 
We  from  care  and  toil  reposing 

Hail  the  hours  of  coming  night: 
Who  us  safely  shall  be  keeping, 
When  defenceless  we  are  sleeping, 

But  our  Grod  enthroned  on  high  ? 


46  SACKED      SONGS. 


THE    ADVENT    OF    THE    MESSIAH. 


From  high  heaven  to  earth  descending, 
Angel  harps  his  birth  attending, 

Yet  Christ  came  for  us  to  die  ; 
For  our  sins  an  expiation, 
Bringing  us  a  full  salvation 

Through  his  anguish  on  the  tree ! 

Blessing,  honor,  power,  glory 
To  the  Lamb  of  sacred  story, 

God's  own  Son  in  heaven  above — 
On  the  Cross  his  blood  outpouring, 
Angel  hosts  around  adoring, 

Prince  of  peace,  of  light,  of  love! 

Leave  us  not,  oh  Christ,  to  perish  ; 
Holiness  within  us  cherish  ; 

Save  us  by  thy  precious  blood  : 
Raise  us  from  our  lowly  dwelling, 
Our  glad  songs  in  heaven  outswelling, 

Joining  in  the  choral  flood  ! 


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THE    LAST    SUPPER. 


Wondrous  was  thy  love  displayed 
In  the  hour  thou  wast  betrayed  ; 

Thy  last  teaching,  Christ,  we  know 
"Take  ye  bread  and  wine  in  token  ; 
That  denotes  my  body  broken, 

This  my  blood  outpoured  for  you." 

In  all  worlds  on  high  outblazin<»- 
Never  was  such  love  amazing 

As  this  love  of  God's  dear  Son  ; 
By  his  cross  his  crown  attained, 
By  his  woes  our  joys  he  gained, 

By  his  death  our  life  he  won. 

By  the  nails  his  body  broken 
Oh  what  agonies  unspoken 

On  the  cross  did  he  endure  ! 
Thus  for  sin  was  expiation, 
Thus  our  guilty  soul's  salvation 

Only  thus  was  made  secure. 


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david's  prayeb  in  old  age. 

P-.  71. 

David  said,— "Thou,  Lord,  hast  taught  me. 

From  my  youth  I've  earnest  sought  thee  ; 

From  my  youth  thy  works  I've  sung: — 
Now  when  old  and  when  gray-headed. 
Ere  thou  bid  the  silence  dreaded, 

Let  my  harp  be  once  more  strung. 

-  I  would  tell  this  generation — 
I  would  toll  each  unborn  nation 

Deeds  of  Lrrace.  God's  works  of  love; 
Come,  I  call  you,  Christ  rely  on. 
He  is  glorious  king  of  Zioo  : 

He  is  throned  with  Grod  above  !" 

David's  harp's  notes  since  resounding. 
Even  now  the  earth  astounding 

With  great  truths  in  highest  strain  : 
Let  us  join  the  prophet's  praises 
Each  with  grateful  heart,  that  blazes 

To  the  Saviour  for  us  slain  ! 


SACRED     SONGS.  49 


MISSIONARIES. 


Look  to  China's  countless  millions, 
Look  to  heathen  men's  pavilions, 

Losing  heavenly  bliss  above  : 
They  are  sinking,  they  are  dying, 
Loud  to  us  their  voice  is  crying, — 

"Come,  and  save  us  in  your  love 

Are  you  ready  now  to  sever 
Dearest  bands,  resolving  never 

In  Christ's  service  to  repine  ? 
Will  you  go  to  preach  salvation 
E'en  to  earth's  remotest  nation  ? 

No  good  work  will  you  decline  V 

Go  then  to  your  faithful  mission 
Till  God  give  you  glad  fruition 

To  your  heavenly  home  above, 
Where  your  names  'tis  God  regardeth 
As  his  friends,  whom  he  rewardeth 

With  bright  tokens  of  his  love. 


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CHRIST    DYING    AND    RISING. 


At  his  woe  the  sun  is  shrouded  ; 
Lo,  the  earth,  with  darkness  clouded, 

Trembles,  as  its  Maker  dies  ! 
See  Him  up  to  heaven  ascending, 
Angel-throngs  around  him  bending, 

Holy  Lamb  of  sacrifice  ! 

Now  for  sinful  man  He's  pleading, 
E'en  for  them  he's  interceding 

With  his  Father,  God  above  : 
Blessed  Jesus  !  to  thee  bowing, — 
Bring  us  to  the  joys  o'erflowing 

In  the  temple  of  thy  love. 

We,  0  Lord,  our  sins  are  wailing, 
But  with  tears  all  unavailing. 

Without  faith  in  thine  own  blood. 
Then  in  mercy,  0  behold  us, 
And  in  arms  of  love  still  hold  us, 

Though  o'erwhelmed  by  evil  flood. 


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GOD    IS    GOODNESS. 


No  ixood  tiling  is  God  withholding 
From  his  friends,  whom  he  is  moulding 

By  earth's  discipline  for  heaven  : 
Their  great  ills  are  transitory, 
While  eternal  is  the  glory, 

Which  by  grace  to  them  is  given. 

Oh  what  love  the  hearts  are  swelling 
Of  saved  men  in  heaven  now  dwelling 

As  they  see  the  Saviour's  face, 
Son  of  God  and  son  of  Mary, — 
Not  a  form  just  temporary, — 

Beaming  with  eternal  grace  ! 

Whosoe'er  in  Christ  believeth 
Everlasting  life  receiveth 

With  his  Lord  enthroned  on  high, 
Where  the  ransomed  hosts  before  him 
Shall  in  holiness  adore  him, 

And  their  songs  fill  all  the  sky. 


52  SACRED     SONGS. 


OBEDIENCE    TO    CHRIST. 


Jesus,  see  him  once  descending, 
With  the  herald-hosts  attending, 

From  his  home  beyond  the  sky. 
If  he  came  to  bring  salvation 
To  the  men  of  every  nation, 

On  the  cross  for  them  to  die  ; 

Can  I  then  reject  his  mission 
And  despise  his  high  commission, 

"  Saviour"  by  atoning  blood  ? 
No  !   but  sinner  deep  repenting, 
And  to  mercy's  terms  assenting, 

I  return  now  to  my  God. 

Cheerful,  all  the  earth  resigning 
I  will  toil  without  repining 

In  the  service  of  my  Lord, 
On  his  promises  relying 
While  I  live  and  when  I'm  dying, 

On  his  truthful,  blessed  word. 


SACRED     SONUS.  53 


PRAISE    OF    GOD    AND    THE    LAMB. 


Song  of  God's  high  adoration, 

Songs  and  shouts  of  man's  salvation 

Through  the  blood  of  God's  dear  Son, 
Crucified,  and  yet  victorious, 
From  his  tomb  uprising  glorious, 
Great,  atoning  work  now  done. 

Seen  by  faith,  the  cross  in  heaven 
Is  more  beauteous  far  than  even 

All  the  hues  of  rain-bowed  sky: 
Speaks  it  not  of  wrath  surceasing, 
And  of  love  divine  unceasing, 

Gift  of  him  who  came  to  die  ? 

Mid  the  suns,  who  light  outpour, 
In  the  worlds  beyond  all  score, 

Not  one,  Lord,  like  thee  is  bright, 
Gladdening  rays  around  thee  beaming, 
From  the  fount  of  goodness  gleaming 

On  each  holy  upright  sight. 


54  SACRED     SONGS. 


CLOSE    OF    WORSHIP. 


Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  ; 
Faith,  and  love,  and  hope  possessing, 

May  we,  Lord,  thy  glory  see : 
Lord,  we  praise  thee  for  thy  kindness, 
For  thy  truth,  that  beams  on  blindness, 

For  thy  mercy,  rich  and  free ! 

Glorious  God  !   though  now  retiring, 
Let  our  souls  be  still  aspiring 

To  thy  holy  dwelling  place. 
Here  again  may  we  assemble, 
Here  may  conscious  sinners  tremble, 

Longing  to  behold  thy  face. 

If  not  here  in  house  beloved, 
May  we,  Lord,  by  thee  approved, 

Dwell  on  high  in  heavenly  seat, 
Where  they  see  the  Saviour's  glory, 
And  recite  his  wondrous  story — 

Holding  e'er  communion  sweet. 


NOTE.  55 


N  0  T  E. 


The  reader  of  these  little  poems  will  perceive, 
that  they  are  all  written  in  one  metre,  which  is  called 
the  "  Stabat  Mater,"  from  a  Latin  hymn  of  Jacobus, 
a  Franciscan  monk  of  Italy  in  the  thirteenth  century. 
The  first  line  of  the  hymn  is  "  Stabat  Mater  dolorosa/' 

Among  our  English  hymns  this  poetical  measure,  or 
combination  of  rhythm  and  rhyme  does  not  appear.  As 
no  tune  is  found  in  our  musical  compilations  for  ordi- 
nary church  service  in  this  metre,  Mr.  L.  H.  Southard 
of  Boston,  a  well-known  musical  composer,  was  asked 
to  compose  a  tune  proper  for  these  stanzas,  which  is 
annexed  to  this  book. 

.  Northampton,  Jan.  1.  1868. 


CONTENTS.  57 


CONTENTS. 


Page 

Love  of  Zion 5 

The  Reign  of  Peace, 6 

Birth,  Death,  and  Resurrection  of  Christ, 7 

God's  Love  to  Man, 8 

The  Christian  Church, 9 

Christ's  Love, 10 

God  hearing  Prayer, 11 

The  Crucifixion, 12 

Consecration   to  Christ, 13 

The  Bible, 14 

Confession  of   Sin 15 

Christ's  Mercy, 16 

A  New  Heart, 17 

Sinners  Warned 18 

The  Sorrows  of  Mary 19 

The  Lord's  Supper, '20 

Sower  of  the  Truth, 21 

The  Seventh  Day, 22 

Jesus  to  his  friends  in  peril. 23 

Dying  Prayer 24 

The  Loss  of  the  Soul, 25 

Eternal  Life  with  Christ, 26 

The  Work  of  Christ 27 

Christ  my  Shepherd 28 

The  Resurrection, 29 


58  CONTENTS. 

Page 

The  Atonement, 30 

Sabbath  Day, 31 

Man  fallen  and  saved , 32 

Faith  in  God  and  his  Son. 33 

Mourner  Comforted, 34 

Jesus,  son  of  Mary, 35 

The  Dying  Believer, 36 

Funeral  of  a  Christian  Brother. 37 

The  Christian  at  Death, 38 

Eternal  Life  from  Christ, 39 

A  Minister's  Death, 4<i 

God's  Gift  to  Man, 41 

Morning', 42 

At  a  Funeral, 43 

Death  of  a  Child, 43 

The  Prince  of  Peace 44 

The   Rainbow, 45 

Evening, 45 

The  Advent  of  the  Messiah 46 

The  Last  Supper, 4? 

David's  Prayer  in   old   age, 4^ 

Missionaries 49 

Christ  Dying  and  Rising, 50 

God  is  Goodness, 51 

Obedience  to  Christ, 52 

Praise  of  God  and  the  Lamb 53 

The  Close  of  Worship 54 

Note, 55 

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